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"Give me your hand, Poll, to help me through," cried Jack, as he accomplished the operation. I’m anxious, joyfully anxious, like a man when he has found a treasure. It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. He was keen to get to work, but the inspiration would not come. It was only a few months ago that I told you you must come to London, and you only laughed at me. get in. As Wood obeyed, his foot slipped; and, casting his eyes upon the floor, he perceived it splashed in several places with blood.
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